I hold no remorse.

I yearn for the day when ashes paint the canvas of their sky, the day the statues of the Marleyan hierarchy fall off their pedastals and when their nourishing rivers dry up because no one remains to bathe in the ecstacy of their entracing waters.
I can almost taste the sour cries of their pleading voices, and I can almost feel the cold hands of devastation snaking its fingers around my scarred wrists.

I hold no compassion for the twisted tongue of the Marleyan language. They can cry, and weep, and wallow in their gut wrenching despair- But I will not lift a finger to help. I will sit on a throne of their sobbing voices and shove my boot down their throat- Just as they did to us, to the calloused world that wails inside those miserable Walls.

And while the putrid scent of their rotting corpses fills the dystopia of the new Earth- I will harvest the scent and turn it into my perfume. I will tell the universe to step down from the platform it stands upon, and allow us to return to our primal nature. I will be reborn the moment the skin of our enemies gathers underneath my nails and slips between the spaces of my teeth.

We will be free the moment those false wings they planted on either side of their crooked spines is de-feathered.
We will be free when we cut out their vocal cords and throw them on a scale with the weight of the destruction they implanted in our rotting souls. We will be free when we see which one outweighs the other.

We will be free.

I will be free.

And while I stare at the fires kindled by the infatuation with destruction below my brittle bones, I can't help but gape in awe, with my mouth ajar. I can't help but let out a childish grin fueled by excitement as I realize that my fingerprints are left on every inch of this world in the shape of colossal holes that lead down to the depths of hell itself.

This world deserves to be trampled.

This world is so, so unforgivable.

And as I stare in utter bewilderment at the sun in the sky that seems to imitate the womb of heaven... I slowly realize...

This is...

freedom.

- The Devil of Paradis.

- Beneath The Flies • 《 Levi × Reader 》

Hello!
I hope you are enjoying my writing so far, I will try my hardest to make this fanfiction as impactful as I can.
I thought I'd set the tone by writing a little excerpt from Eren Jaeger, thought up and written from my own brain (Not apart of the Manga so Eren definitely did not say these crazy things... At least not all of them). I am aware it might not encapsulate how Eren actually felt in the series, but it matches the tone I want for this story.

So, with that said-

Enjoy!